Everything Is Recorded, Aitch, Infinite Coles - 12:12 AM / PATIENTS (FUCKING UP A FRIDAY)

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Bundles, molly, Special K, Chanel, black out, it’s morning
Moving backwards, up again, our sinking spirits soaring
Fucking up a Friday night, I’m bleeding from the freedom
Cuts and battle scars, last night it was ours
Yo, fucking up a Friday night, manic up in Manny
In a club with Cally saw a gally on a Xani
Baby shake her batty and let me film it like I’m Sammy
There were people in the bed so we got freaky in the alley
Lost bare cash, my head top smashed
And we got a couple fines ‘cause the place is smashed
Fuck it go mad, we ain’t trying to come back
Take a loss, blow a bag, make it back, that’s that
Ill with love and other drugs, we’re seeking affirmation
Desperately we roll along, meanwhile our hearts are breaking
Chasing fakes embracing shade, creating expectations
Ways you could’ve grown, now you’re on your own
Yo, yo
Expectations created, escaped in a spaceship
She fed me a drink, I just blinked, now I’m naked
Wavy I’m faded, this drink I been taking
It’s purple and tasty, I’m fucked up and wasted
I would go home, but if I did, I’d be basic
I can’t see shit and my head’s on vacation
Turn around, everyone’s pupils dilated
Fuck it I’m baking, man bill up and blaze it
(For another life)
For how long, yeah
(For another life)
For how long
(For another life)
For how long, yeah
(For another life)
For how long
(For another life)
Fucking up a Friday night
Fucking up a Friday night